Lucien's POV
I shifted into my wolf as I ran like a mad person out of Maxwell's pack without any goodbyes. Something had happened to Davina, I could tell.
I got to my pack twice as fast as it should had taken. The closer I got to the pack house, the more certain I was that something had gone terribly wrong. I could already perceive the stench of blood even before I entered the pack house compound, and when I did, the smell nearly choked me.
I saw one of my warriors I left to guard the house lying on the floor, lifeless.
Ambulances lay around, as paramedics helped so many other injured warriors. There was so much going through my mind. My heart was squeezing so tight, I couldn't breathe.
My people were attacked. But it was not the whole pack, just the packhouse. Like they had a target.
